Reluctant Invite – by Kolt48

xxx stories: Reluctant Invite – by Kolt48. Malory, frigid wife is corruped by party guests while her husbands watches, then takes a hand in her abuse.

Genres: Fiction, Bondage and restriction, Cheating, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Fisting, Group Sex, Males / Female, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Wife

xxx stories: Reluctant Invite

by Kolt48

Tripp had been fed up with his wife for some time. He could count on one hand the times they had sex this year. His wife was 4 years younger than him; at 28, and a beautiful redhead. Her body was athletic; Her skin was light and slightly freckled. She still turned him on, but she had grown frigid.

A few years ago he had met Erin. The opposite of his wife; Erin was a brunette with curves in just the right places, and craved sex all the time. She was insatiable. Erin had seen pictures of his wife and drooled over her constantly. Feeling sorry for Tripp, she wanted to turn his wife to the dark side. If nothing else, she would see that the Bitch paid for her cold ways. Erin knew just the push.

A few days later, the weekend had come around. Tripp found himself driving his wife up to a large, white, mansion. They had argued for days about the party. His wife, Malory, was reluctant to go.

“I don’t know these people. You know how I am,” she had said.

Tripp insisted, “It’s an important client, and I promised you would go.”

Finally she had relented.

As they pulled in, a valet took his keys and another his wife’s hand. Tripp looked her over as she exited the car. She looked marvelous in the long, red, formal dress. It accentuated her tight, ass and pert, creamy, breasts. It started at a slightly low neckline, and the buttons ran down the front to mid-calf. She wore 2 inch red heels that made her athletic calves stand out. Her soft, red locks curled down to the small of her back. There was a small cutout at the small of her lower back, that showed just a touch of her white, freckled skin.

They were met at the large door by Erin and a refined, grey haired, gentlemen.

“Oh, this must be your wife. She is most beautiful. Where have you been hiding, Sweetheart?” Erin gushed, before giving Malory a big, welcoming hug. Next she took Tripp in her arms, sneaking in a tight squeeze of his buttocks. She whispered in his ear, “See, I knew you could do it.”

The older gentleman took Malory’s hand next. He slightly knelt and eloquently kissed the back of her hand. “I am so happy to meet such a beautiful, young, redhead. Do make yourself at home. Erin will show you around. She’s good at that. Perhaps we can spend more time together later, after I have made my rounds.”

Malory blushed. While older, the gentleman obviously aged well. He reminded her of a certain actor.

Erin constantly chatted with Malory, making her comfortable while leading them to the bar. Both Malory and Tripp were in awe of the home. It was elegantly adorned with the finest of wood, marble, and art. The bar was some kind of exotic wood that meandered a good 10 foot in length. They took seats at the bar, marveling at all of the beautiful, well-dressed, couples. Erin had the bartender get them 3 ‘Specials’. Crystal shots of bright green liquor was placed in each of their hands.

“We each have to take a shot. It’s customary,” Erin said. She tipped hers up and downed it in one gulp.

Malory glanced hesitantly at Tripp. She was not one to drink much, but Erin gave them no option. Tipping it back, she downed the thick liquid. Surprised, it was actually quite good. It did not burn too much, and possessed a tingly mint flavor. It gave her a comfortable warm feeling.

“I don’t drink a lot, but I could get used to these,” Malory confessed.

“Here have another,” Erin said, quickly placing two more before them. “They are really quite light on alcohol. Drink your fill. Everything is free here,” she added, slipping a quick wink to Tripp.

They chatted for about 20 minutes, finishing off more of the bright green drinks. Tripp announced that he need to use the restroom.

“They can be kind of hard to find. Come with me, and I’ll show you,” Erin said.

Malory gave her husband that ‘deer in the headlights’ look. She was not comfortable being left alone with strangers. Erin recognized the look.

“Don’t you worry, Malory,’ she said, ‘We shan’t be long. Have another drink. I’ll send Amelia over to keep you company. You will love her; Everyone does.” Leaving Malory no option to protest, she took Tripp’s hand, and left.

Before exiting the room, Erin and Tripp stopped a beautiful woman and her date. The woman had slightly dark skin and spoke with a Latin accent. Her body was magnificent. She could have been some exotic model. Long, straight, black hair hung down her back. Her eyes were a beautiful brown, and she had a smile that just took you over. Attached to her arm was a handsome, muscular, black man. His tuxedo was obviously tailored to his frame, as well as the sleek black dress that adorned the woman. Erin introduced them as Andrea and Kain. She pointed out Malory, alone at the bar, and whispered something to the woman.

“Nice,” the woman remarked. “We most definitely will,” she replied back.

“Come on,” Erin said tugging Tripp’s sleeve. He was still staring at the woman’s lovely shape. “Andria will see your wife is taken care of. Now let’s take care of you,” she said giving Tripp’s crotch a comforting squeeze.

A few minutes later, in a spare room, Erin was giving Tripp one of the best blow jobs of his life. Afterwards, he rushed her; “I really do need to check on Malory. She’s not good with strangers.”

“You worried about the Bitch?” Erin remarked a little pissed.

“Now, Erin,’ he said, ‘She is my wife.”

“Fine, we’ll go see, but I left her in capable hands.”

Upon entering the main room, and before reaching the bar, Erin quickly pulled Tripp to the corner.

“Look,” she said.

Tripp was dumbfounded. His wife was still on the bar stool, laughing, and obviously having a good time. There was more though: The black man’s stool was precariously close to Malory’s. His hand was on her hip, as he chatted in her ear. Malory would never let a black man that close to her inner circle. Then there was the exotic, Andrea. She was standing right up against Malory, slowly caressing her hand up and down his wife’s dress-covered, knee. They were all downing more shots of the green liquid.

“Just stay back here and watch,’ Erin said, ‘She doesn’t seem to miss you.”

After a while, Andrea took the wife’s hand, helped her from the stool, and led her away, Kain following close behind.

“Come on, let’s follow,” Erin told Tripp.

They followed the group to an adjoining room. This one was set up to dance. It had a floor with multi-colored flashing lights. Dressed and partially dressed bodies moved jerkily to the beat; A byproduct of the overhead strobes. Erin and Trip spotted the three. They were dancing erotically close. Kain was behind Malory, rocking his crotch against her fine ass. Andrea was in front. Her hands caressed shifting the red dress up and down Malory’s thighs. Malory’s head was tossed back, seemingly oblivious to the roaming hands. Little by little, they were stretching her boundaries.

Next, they led Malory by the hand towards a far corner of the room. In this corner was another bar. Its top had been cleared. Over its surface stretched a blond woman. She was on her back, wearing nothing but a sexy, black bra and panties. A small group had gathered around her. They were doing body-shots over her smooth belly. Kain stepped behind Malory, holding her arms and moving her up close to the bar. Andrea left them, took up a shot glass, and moved up to the girl.

Malory seemed starstruck, as she watched Andrea pour the liquid over the girl, then began lapping the liquid from her exposed skin. Slowly she lapped from the top of the girl’s heaving breasts, down to her alcohol filled bellybutton. Some of the liquid had splashed over the dark panties. They all watched, as Andrea, lifted the material with her teeth and sucked out the moisture from the cotton. The crowd cheered as Andrea rose, licking her lips. She motioned to Kain.

Kain stepped to Malory’s side and began removing his tux. Tripp could see her eyes marvel at his chiseled form. Soon he had stripped to nothing but a dark red thong. The crowd gasped. His package was huge. The blond stepped aside and Kain lie across the bar.

“Your turn,” Andrea said, pushing Malory up to the bar. As Malory stood there stunned, Andrea took two shots of green liquor and trickled them down Kain’s flesh. The first one splashed against his thick chest, meandering through the cuts to pool in his belly. The next was drizzled up his strong thighs, across the red thong, and back to his belly. Andrea stood beside Malory bending her head to Kain’s chest. As the wife tentatively lapped there, Andrea shifted Malory’s other hand to Kain’s crotch.

Tripp saw his wife’s hand gently cup and squeeze the red thong. She was getting into the show, laughing, as her tongue seductively ran down towards his belly. He could see Malory’s hand rise and fall above the man’s straining cock. She must have been caught up in the chants, as her face inched closer to Kain’s massive crotch. Tripp nearly died, as he observed his wife lift the thong with her teeth and suck the liquid, just as Andrea had done.

Malory stood, her face red with embarrassment, a green trickle of liquid about the corner of her lip. She smiled at the crowds cheer. Andrea said something to her, and as Kain moved, Malory took his place on the bar. Tripp and Erin edged closer.

Erin ran her hand over his crotch. “I see you’re enjoying this,” she remarked.

Andrea reached over Malory, began unbuttoning her dress, and pulling it aside. She exposed the young, wife’s pink bra, stopping just short of her matching silk panties. As Malory lie there dazed, staring up at the blinking strobes, Andrea lifted her own dress up and off. Her dark naked body was marvelous. Her cunt was completely shaven; Her areolas dark, and tipped with perfect pebble-size nipples. She climbed to the bar and straddled Malory’s belly; Her thighs effectively pinning the girl’s arms at her sides. Looking down into Malory’s green eyes, Andrea poured another shot into the wife’s open mouth. She followed it up with a kiss, expertly forcing the liquid down with her probing tongue. As her mouth left Malory’s it traveled down her neck, dallying at the top cups of her heaving breasts. Tripp heard Malory’s definite sigh as the woman lapped the liquid from her belly, edging closer to the waistband of the pink panties. Her body arched, as the soft tongue toyed just below the band. With Malory’s eyes closed drifting away in pleasure, Andrea rose, tossed her long hair, placed her hands under Malory’s armpits, and slid her forward.